Since the day of the flood, the earth has not felt the same beneath your feet.

It wasn’t rain or storm that swallowed your brother, it was something far darker, a calculated fracture ripping through the fragile alliance between Earth and Water. You recall the cries lost beneath the thunderous crash of water against stone, the desperate attempts to hold back the tide that carried your brother away.

Since that day, the earth itself seems unstable, a reflection of the turmoil tangled inside you. Jagged rocks scrape at your boots, uneven ground threatening to betray your steps. The air is sharp and cold, cutting through your skin like the memories that cling to your bones.

You are drawn forward by a hunger that words cannot satisfy, a need for justice that tastes like ash on your tongue. You walk alone, or at least you try.

There’s a shift behind you, quiet like a change in the wind, at first you don’t notice him, lost in the storm of your thoughts. But then he moves with a kind tension that only grows between two people who once moved in perfect rhythm and now step out of sync.

“Still planning to walk into their territory alone?” His voice cuts through the howling wind. He takes a slow breath, eyes softer now. "This wont bring him back," Pain etches every word, his grief mirroring your own.

He´s being careful not to shatter the fragile distance between you. “I lost him too,” he says quietly. “But I can’t lose you.”